Today was a particularly hot day. The sun had been shining relentlessly for the past day. The tiles on the roofs were insanely hot, and the streets were quiet, which is rare in this part of Japan. Everyone was sitting in their homes, trying to hide from the heat.

Sukuna was sitting on a cushion on the terrace, enjoying the cool shade of the terrace with his legs tucked under him and fanning his face with a paper fan he held in one of his hands. The other two hands rested in his lap. His eyes were staring off into the distance. 'Not even the birds are singing,' thought Sukuna. He sighed lazily and closed his eyes as he continued to slowly fan himself. Small droplets of sweat appeared on his neck and slowly rolled down his back between his massive shoulder blades, reaching his lower back.

With the edge of his ear, he heard someone's footsteps behind him. he opened his eyes and turned his head, thinking it was Uraume. however, his pupils dilated slightly when he saw you.

"You better get back inside, I don't want you to get sunstroke," he replied firmly, but even in the indifferent tone of voice you could pick up a note of worry.